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It wasn?t something I had planned to do, but the opportunity arose that made my life so much more exciting. I have been having sex more like a woman the last few months than like a man, and almost everything a woman can enjoy, I can enjoy, which means two of the three major forms of sex. It makes no sense when some people speak as though oral sex isn?t ?having sex?; of course it is, just as is anal sex. The anus has more nerve endings than the vagina, so enormous pleasure is possible, far more than you can ever experience as a man. I had to come to terms with myself. I had accepted what I was, what I needed and what I wanted, and I was determined to fulfill all, not just some, of my desires. I had longed for this sort of sordid, risque, uninhibited sex. Why had I denied myself for so long, I wondered. However, if Escort Cebeci (http://cebeci.t2bro.net/) one can't get over one?s nerves and go through with it, then one will never truly be happy. Anyway, I was ?living the dream?, as some of my friends have said. We entered the shabby, squalid room. Wordlessly, without being asked, the guy reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet, from which he extracted several bills. I took them and thanked him, then, also without being asked, began to undress. Standing there, in my silk corset, I was about to be someone's whore. I could hardly contain myself. I could do nothing to stop the raging desires that coursed through my body, and I didn?t want to. I doubt that he was a turned on as I was. ?You look hot. Keep that on.? ?Sure.? He asked me to get on my knees, which was not unexpected. The usual cock sucking ensued, which aroused him, nerves undoubtedly inhibiting his erection. That being achieved, he bade me to lie down, which I did. After I lubricated his now erect member, my parted legs accepted his body between them as he easily slid into me. Once again, I had a man between my legs, and I felt wonderful. He then pumped, first slowly, then with great intensity, which surprised me. I didn?t know he had it in him. The feeling was electric. While he was not particularly good, he was not bad either, and although part of me waited for him to finish, part of me didn?t want it to end. Eventually, however, it did, more with a sigh than with a bang. Still, I felt good about having become so professional in so short an interval of time. We separated, made the usual pilgrimages to the bathroom, and he left after a hurried ?goodbye.? I took my time freshening up, then left the room and the hotel, where I was greeted by the night air, and another man looking to ?party?. Did I really want to do this? Apparently so. I just love sex. It?s like a hobby, something I enjoy doing. I enjoy turning men on and making them cum. It was clear that I had become the woman of my dreams. And part of the art of being a woman is knowing when not to be too much of a lady, which was obviously not a problem here. Down on the street, I was again approached by a random stranger. ?Hey,? he said. ??Hey? yourself.